What Is Lost

I wake up from a seemingly deep sleep, but the lack of an alarm lets me know I shouldn’t be. In a stupor, my sleep mask […]

Touch Anxiety

It wasn’t until I met my husband that I realized the importance of (nonsexual) touch. I can count the number of times I remember hugging my […]

On Metaphor and Disappointment

All couples I know have at least one household chore that causes domestic strife: for us, it’s maintaining the backyard. Brendan and I have gone back […]


My body shoots itself awake. It’s still dark. The second I open my eyes, my nose is running like a faucet, and I have to stretch […]